Kalif's lips curled as he let out a violent hiss, "Auror?" Kalif then cocked his head to the side. "Then you would be hunting me down... I think you need to let that dream go. Be a rockstar instead, my son. Auror...isn't the right road for you, considering your family history."
Kalif snickered, "Even you cannot find an excuse for them. My my, how you have changed."
Kalif shrugged, casting his hands into the air a bit as well, "Just ask anyone, about the Zhefarovich family. They, well the higher up wizards that are older and work in the Ministry, they will tell you just how bad of a man I was, back in the day. Good times..." He smiled.
Kalif nearly jumped back. Jaken, how could he have said such a ludricris statement? Kalif murmured, "Jaken, I was hardly there for you when you were little. How could you possibly sympathize for me? I am..." Kalif's voice trailed off. He never sympathized for his father, even when he was killed. How could Jaken feel like that? Kalif turned his head away. I was there more than my father was there for me. I cared more... Perhaps I have never inherited those feelings. But now, I have some of the feelings a father should for an offspring.